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So last night....

i entered myself into a spoken word poetry contest..i was kind of nervous and very high so i was paranoid as well....had the worst cottonmouth ever while speaking too....but it was cool....it feels much better to speak it with lots of emotion then have it published on paper or something...the audience realy felt the emotions....

all paths in life lead to death
so live every moment like its your last breathe
make sure u past the test u come across in life......wild out when u young dog..but when the time comes.......get a wife settle down....hold ur crown sitting next to your queen...(a quik laugh)..but we cant forget the dudes that become a fiend for the drug...but that life only ends wit a slug and a broken heart..then u think when did it all start? was it that first blunt....or maybe all that damn brew...damn i should of listen to my pops when he said im rollin wit the wrong crew...but im still alive...maybe there is something i can do...but that must mean this path must end....now its all back to were i begin...

"make sure u past the test u come across in life......wild out when u young dog..but when the time comes.......get a wife settle down....hold ur crown sitting next to your queen...(a quik laugh)..but we cant forget the dudes that become a fiend for the drug...but that life only ends wit a slug and a broken heart"

I'm in the middle of writting an essay on performance poetry right now...they are always talking about how the written part of it is like a score of music and how unless you know the deal with it.. it is nothing to go by ... example .. (sorry about the size ) ...

Went to a vietnamese wedding, drank a gang of Hennesy and ate a bunch of weird food.

Then the missus and i went home and changed and headed off to a party where I got super drunk and let people tag all over my arms.
My gf thought it'd be cute to draw a big swatika and "white power" on my arm.